Koda;
I stare at the book in my hands, and words stare back at me, but say nothing to my mind.
I let out a sigh and read through the first line for the umpteenth time, but the result is the same. Futile.
I shut the book in annoyance and let out a frustrated sigh before looking up at the garden ahead.
I can not for the life of me concentrate on anything!
"I've never seen you look so gloomy with a book in your hand before." Zephan's unmistakable voice speaks from behind me, and I don't even bother turning to look at him.
I grab my cup of juice off the table at my side and take a long swig as he sits on the vacant chair beside me.
"Still worried about Elián?" He questions, and only then do I look at him.
"Aren't you?" I question, and he shrugs.
"I am. The young lad isn't built for Rhydian's torture. But it's a bit too late to cry over spilt milk, don't you think?" He replies, and I fall silent for a while.
"You don't think…" I begin, and Zephan completes my thoughts.
